Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

And when the sun sets over the rooftops, while I'm standing on my 7th floor balcony, and when the air is still a bit warm. Then I think it's all worth it. I'm willing to be sad from time to time, to witness the beauty of life.
I do not know what monsters hide in every person. Sometimes I don't know my own monsters.
A friend of mine said on msn that he wants people and life to be more simple. Simplicity. Because he doesn't understand why people do the things they do and why they are what they are.
I think life is very simple while you are with others. I think all people are simple.
But the moment when things get really really difficult is when you are alone. Alone in your room with your thoughts. Sometimes the world gets so difficult I don't know to handle it anymore. I think it's me who makes things difficult for myself. And it's you who makes things difficult for yourself. So maybe we should avoid it and spend more time together? :)
I wish I could say to people who I like. But I have a feeling they would think I am annoying. Or not? I don't trust myself.
As I said, sometimes I am my own worst enemy.

Is it possible to have a soulmate? Somebody who sees your soul and really understands it? Is it possible to rest your head on that persons lap and feel your souls intertwining?
There hasn't really been a person who understood me like that. So many words have been said that now fly in the open space without a home. There have been feelings that were felt and which then melted and run into the cracks of the walls, like tiny rivers.

I guess it is not possible to have a true soulmate. With every person there comes a time when you don't understand him or her. It doesn't necessarily have to happen while having a conversation. Not at all.
I really love my grandmother. She is the closest to a soulmate I have ever had and we really understand eachother well. But as I kid I remember looking at her, while she stood infront of the window, her eyes wandering somewhere in the depths of the sky. And I didn't have the slightest clue of what she was thinking or feeling. And those moments made me feel less close to her.

But I've never been the one who gives up easy. I'm proud of the things I've done in my life, how brave I've been. And even now, I'm not giving up. Will it be a woman or a man? Will it be a boyfriend who takes me into his arms and makes me forget the world. I am willing to try to let myself go. I'm willing to help and step one step closer.
Just to feel the wind in my hair and our eyelashes brushing together.